You can't peek through my window pane.
Because of the pain that leaves the glass stained.
Happiness is a feeling I've struggled to attain.
A feeling that's hard for me to maintain
Open the window and fill my insides with elusive smoke.
I cough and choke on all the residual words and feelings that I never spoke.
Being vulnerable is scary.
So we dig and we bury.
I'll try the contrary.
Here I am. Raw in the open.
In hopes you can relate to these words that are hardly ever spoken.
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Collection Of Eclectic Poems From An Introverted Mind.
PoetryA compilation of poems narrating the very vulnerable thoughts of a very introverted, and often twisted, mind. The spectrum of emotions we all endure in life.
